It’s the last dusk hour of the year. I’m still exiled in the Pittsburgh suburbs, by my own design. My soul’s kind of stirred up. The absence of sidewalks in this neighborhood has pushed me to take my walks in the Mount Royal Cemetery a few blocks away. Cold air in my lungs, and a Green Lady walking past. I can tell that I’m going to listen to a lot of music this evening.

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